After prayer, Bible study, walking, spring water, and a protocol of herbs and diet by an Amish healer, Solomon Wickey, my tests were all clear. My story:

By Elohim’s Grace

By Marilyn Brent

Isaiah 42:16  “And I will bring the blind by a way [that] they knew not; I will lead them in paths [that] they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.”

The nurse was petite, with short, dark-blonde hair, and a ruddy complexion. Quietly, she was reading  from the Bible in her lap, my biopsy report in her other hand.  The verse was a new one to me, and it caught me by surprise.  Whatever did it mean for me, right now?

Then, she spoke, softly. “The test came back. You have cancer.”

The words fell on my ears like sharp stabbing icicles plunging from a roof.  Lord, have mercy!  I, not someone else, had cancer.  It had taken my sister from me twenty-three years previously.  Now, it was my turn.  Or, was it?  I woke up the next few mornings hoping it was a bad dream. Surely, I would realize any moment, it wasn’t real, just a bad nightmare. I would laugh deprecatingly: what a silly goose! 

A month before, I had seen a death angel. He came to me in a dream, when my heart beat irregularly, as I lay on my back.  His beautiful, curly black hair graced his head and shoulders.  However, his white robe had a tarnished glory, the color of pewter silver in the folds.  He wanted me to go away with him.  No, I thought, I’m not going, that’s crazy.  I’ll just lie on my side, and everything will be okay.  I turned over to my left side, returning to sleep.  My heart beat even more irregularly, and I saw him again.  This time, his desire that I go with him was a lot stronger! No! I said emphatically within  myself.  I will not go! This time, he did not return

 Now, I was facing death, again.  The cancer death angel…a 9mm invasive tumor.  Stage 2 and 3, as described by a doctor, later, in ordering a blood test.  What did all those terms mean? Infiltrating ductal carcinoma…ductal carcinoma in situ…cribriform type. And what about all that grade one and grade two terminology? Would anyone explain that to me?

One morning soon afterward,  I lay there on the futon, having my daily preamble with the Lord.  Suddenly, across the room from me, my eyes beheld Him, my glorious Savior, in a shining, glory-filled white robe.  His face and hands weren’t visible to me, just the glory of Him, with enormous love and compassion directed right to me. 

 His love for me was so pure, so special, wholly righteous, my Heavenly Father’s love  And I had broken His heart, once, as a Christian! How on earth….?  Then, I knew.  Nothing mattered.  He loved me like that.  He really did.  Live or die, I would be with Him.  And He loved me like that. I went to church that week in a cloud of love.  The song leader kept glancing at my face.  I even felt the glow!  For weeks afterward, I was filled with joy.  Who could know, I had an earth-defined deadly disease? It was in the Bible, Philippians 1:21…”For to me to live is Christ, and to die, is gain.”  I finally understood that, a little bit better.

Since I had already sensed something wasn’t right in the mammography room the first time, I had been searching the Internet for days on end for an answer to cancer.  Hadn’t I already seen what did not work?  Both my oldest sister and my best friend had died from breast cancer, within two weeks of each other, in 1984, the year of my salvation.  At that time, I couldn’t believe I was losing them both, when I had just gotten saved!  What did it all mean?

I discovered many protocols: Flaxseed oil and cottage cheese had been utilized by many believers in Christ, and they had been healed.  Dr. Budwig’s protocol!  The grape cure had been comprised by Dr. Brandt, and she had rescued many patients from death’s very door.  Barley tablets, B-17…but what would I do? What was my answer?

My friend, Mrs. Velasquez, called. She was concerned.

 “How are you doing?” she asked, of my emotional state. 

“Stressed, but happy,” I replied. 

John, a brother with sickle cell, had let me use his colon cleansing products for two weeks.  He said I’d be on cloud nine, cleansing.  Boy, was I!  That plus my daily 50 mg of 5HTP had me just bouncing through the house.  Or, thundering? At 210 lbs., getting rid of toxins was an absolute delight.

My fourteen year old daughter was amazed. 

“You’re really having fun with this, aren’t you, Mom?” she questioned, disbelief in her eyes. 

Her dubious expression made me laugh.  “Sure, “ I answered, smiling. “Why not?” 

She shook her head, not understanding.  How could someone be that happy with cancer?  Was this mom the abuse-survivor, who had been so toxic and easily grouchy before?  It didn’t make sense.

Now, I had to make a decision.  Then, Jackie called again.  There was an Amish healer in Fort Wayne, she said.  His name was Solomon Wickey. 

“Just send him ten dollars, a written letter with an SASE, and your photo.  He will send instructions on what you can do. But you have to do exactly what he says!”

 Still happy as a lark, ridding my body of the toxic overload, I chuckled and agreed.  She sounded a little frustrated. Was I taking this seriously or what?

My kids called me, one by one. 

“Mom,” said one. “Do you really have cancer?” 

That happens to other people’s moms, not theirs.  I could hear it in their voices. 

One of my sons called. “I heard you were, uh, sick or something,” he stammered. 

“Yup!” I replied cheerfully. “Cancer!  But I’m working on it.”

Back on the Internet, I googled ” Solomon Wickey cancer”.  Stories of healing came up.  People with worse cancer than mine had been healed. Others had been healed of mysterious maladies, without medical remedy.  I looked up different types of healing.  Quickly, I decided that I would trust prayer and herbs and diet, together.  I had done too much damage with wrong foods and chemicals in deodorants, soaps, shampoos and clothing, to expect God to just remove it all.  He had totally healed my mitral-valve prolapse, years before, though.  My kids had been healed of different illnesses, too. So, I knew He could, I just didn’t think I should ask like that, considering I had played a part in this!

Being filled with the joy of the Lord, I never added up the cost.  I just plunged ahead.  Mr. Wickey sent the protocol, a naturopath helped me order herbs the first time, I found a grocery chain with organic carrots and celery for juicing…and I was off and running.  A juicer from a thrift store was seven dollars. 

“The Lord put that there, just for me!” I said to a clerk.  She looked at me, uncomprehending.

A homeschool foundation sent funds for curriculum.  A generous sister and brother in Christ, with their own struggles, contributed to my cause for health. Mrs. Velasquez obtained vegetables from Amish farmers.  The first two weeks, I drank purified water and ate whatever veggies she gave me.  I lost close to 10 lbs within a month of eating like a camel in the desert! 

As the toxins were flushed out by the carrot/celery juice, freshly made, daily,more pounds started dropping, like hail in a storm.  One, two, three. I started to love the scale.  Before this, I had felt so helpless about my weight! It kept increasing, no matter what  I had done!  Now, fun time, it was decreasing, to my utmost delight.

I thought I couldn’t stand another minute of the vegetable/fruit/nuts/grains diet, sometimes.  Oh, for a nice ,hot juicy hamburger full of hormones, on chemical-laden “bread”, with deliciously tasteful chemical-ridden condiments…killer food, but the taste!  Yet,  that was how my immune system had kept getting worse, until I had cancer.  Aluminum in deodorant was tested regarding cancers like mine.  Thirty cancers, and all thirty were proven to be caused by aluminum, sometimes called “parabens”, in deodorant.  That, plus my weak immune system, made my body a cancer minefield.

Now, I had to stick it out, no matter what, for nine weeks of herbs along with 18 weeks of diet/juicing.  How would I survive?  No toxic church suppers? No birthday cake? No hot, fresh doughnuts…not even one??

By the end of the 18 weeks, I felt like a bird at the door of a cage.  Let me out!  And away I flew…right to the health store…for more vegetables.  I didn’t want to quit!  It was so much fun losing weight and feeling great, every day!  Who would want to stop? Not I, said the birdie.

The protocol ended in December, 2007.  Woo-hoo!  What joy.  In February, 2008, I was granted a CA 27 29  bloodtest for breast cancer, which would also be elevated if other reproductive cancers were present. Well within the reference range of 0-38.6, it returned at 5.5.  I was elated.  A mammogram and ultrasound followed in June-July of 2008. The doctor’s first report stated the tumor was “no longer evident”.  Later, after two letters confirming this statement, he said nothing had changed and that I was refusing surgery.  This called for a second opinion. A friend of the family, a doctor by profession, volunteered his time and effort to view the films himself.  His report?  He could find “nothing of concern”.  Two nurses, one my own daughter, viewed the films.  The metal clip on the grayish tumor in the before films was clearly visible in the after films.  However, that murky  mass around the clip, was replaced on the after films by clear, black space. No more gray!  Praise the Lord! 

Now, at 136 lbs., down from a maximum of 210 lbs., I want to reach my optimum weight of 120 lbs.  I basically stay on the Eydie Mae Hunsberger diet, with some variation.  I try not to cheat myself of good health and long life. When I give in and eat a popular toxic "food",  it’s never fun like it used to be.  Or was it?  I always felt bad afterwards.   It was only delicious looking at it, and thinking of eating it.  The actual consumption was far less delightful.

My toxic eating had been accompanied by toxic thinking and attitude.  Once the colon was cleansed, from the inside out, my attitude improved 100%.  I’m still a “ditz” where I was, and occasionally grouchy, when it’s very late and I’m extremely tired.  However, the joy of the Lord really has more freedom, now.  Suffering  the shock and trauma of extreme marital abuse, is said to decrease our immune system, also, and transferred stress and anxiety to other relationships. Soul cleanse before the Lord, body cleanse thru the colon, and mental cleanse through positive, Biblical input and thinking…restores what the locusts have eaten.

To me, toxicity in eating can even harm good relationships.  Toxic food gatherings where I  hopelessly gained weight and acquired more proclivity to illness, were not a glory to God, but a tool of Satan.  He loves to depress and sicken the very ones redeemed by the precious blood of Jesus (Hebrew: Yeshua)! How much ministering of His love never happened, how much joy was never expressed, how much winning of souls was passed up, because of the trash I was putting in the body that Elohim gave me.  What must He think of that?   I want to be in Biblical obedience in my eating.  My obedience to El-Shaddai in this area looked like crumbs, while the loaf I desired was sinful, chemical-laden, disease-causing “food”.  Elohim’s food for me is whole, unaltered by man. Time for a change!  Praise the Lord.

I hope one day to have or live on a small farm, where food is grown chemical-free, and small animals flourish. I pray it will have a place to fish, or one nearby, in a clean stream or pond.  By God’s grace, it will be a place of rest and refuge and change, to the glory of God the Father.  I pray I will have or be a part of a foundation that can help provide the supplements and help purchase the organic foods cancer patients need to heal their bodies.  Most importantly, I want  to be part of a natural health prayer-line, where people can lay hands on phones and pray for people, as they begin or continue, their pathway to wellness.  Praise the great God/Elohim, our Father, and Jesus/Yeshua, our Savior for all eternity. His Name is wonderful!

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